COURTS OF PARIS, NAPLES, ETC, 2OJ every place, every object brings to my mind the scenes of 1786. I passed the place where poor John stopped M. de TourzePs horse ten minutes before it knocked his brains out. John is dead, and Madame de Tourzel has a subscription ball at Paris a six francs! Au reste, I have a charming apartment, and my host was a member of the Comite de Salut Publique; but he is quite altered, and ashamed of it. This place is very anti-Directorial. My time passes quickly; I rise early, write a great deal— for a great deal I have to write; then take long walks and eat a shameful dinner—another long stroll, a visit and a chat—then write till I go to bed. I see it is put in the French papers that the English ministry will have no cartel until Sir S. Smith is released. If so, and as I fear not agreed to, all the negotiations will go into fumo, and your humble servant will return home like the pot de terre in the fable, Clopin dopant comme il peut; that is to say, if he is not sent to the Temple to keep company with this chivalrous subject of public contention. It is certainly a misfortune for a country when family interests outweigh those of the public.